The Old Man of the Mountain, The Lovecharm and Pietro of Abano: Tales from the German of TieckTieck, Ludwig
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The Old Man of the Mountain, The Lovecharm and Pietro of Abano: Tales from the German of Tieck
Tieck, Ludwig
German fiction -- Translations into English
"Jest!" screamed Eleazar; "Heavens! is it a jest that I have ever
since been a prey all over to these hellish tortures, this ghastly
fear of death? My own skeleton, my own rotting carcase is standing
perpetually before my eyes. Old Conrad too over yonder has fallen
sick, and is bewailing the loss of his reputation. Such a knave as
this stranger is just as bad as a murderer: nay worse: for he pours
the poison down ones throat in the midst of a large party without
himself risking life or limb." He jumpt up.--"Hark you!" he cried and
threw his arms round Edward: "Yes! the old man is right; the wedding
must be very soon, as soon as possible, tomorrow, aftertomorrow, to
make all safe. I can go on discovering my life-preserving elixir after
the marriage: can't I? One shall not die all at once in a moment,
friend Ned; flesh and bone still keep pretty tightly together."
He laught so loud that he shook with it, and the writhings of his face
squeezed the tears out of his goggle eyes. Edward who had never yet
seen the sullen creature laugh, shuddered at the sight. When the old
man grew calmer, he told him that he could not possibly now
communicate this wish of his to Herr Balthasar; and that the affair
would probably proceed in the way already settled. He felt glad, when
he had left the room and house behind him, and could again breathe in
the open air. His determination to quit the place was stronger than
ever; he even resolved, if it would hasten his journey, to forgo the
great reward which Herr Balthasar intended for him.
* * * * *
After a restless and almost sleepless night, Edward next morning found
the lovely charming girl on the grass plot before the house. She was
very talkative, but he was in no mood to carry on a conversation.
"O dear mister Edward," said Rose at length; "you don't seem to like
me a morsel any more, you are making such sour faces at me."
"I shall soon be forced to leave you and this country," answered the
young man; "and that makes me so sorrowful."
"You be forced! you leave us!" exclaimed Rose in dismay: "Can there be
anything that should force you? Good heavens! it never yet struck me
that such a thing could be possible. I always thought you belonged to
us, just like the great house in which we live, or the steep green
hill facing us."
"I have now heard from your father also, what I could not have
believed, that you are to marry Herr Eleazar, and that very soon."
"Did not I tell you so?" answered Rose: "Ay, ay, that is to be my
fate, and I only wish I could make the crabbed man a little merrier.
Time will pass away terribly slowly with him. But perhaps I shall then
be able to go to the town some time or other, see a bit of the world,
hear some music and have a dance; for I think at all events an old
husband must do something now and then to please his young wife. And
for all these matters I had counted very much upon you."
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